Entering the living room, my eyes instinctively fall on the silver-haired male seated on the couch. After his intense solo training in the backyard, he hasn't moved from that spot. His hair is silver, tinged by a hint of sweat, and his eyes are glued to an undifferentiated spot on the ceiling. When I observed him fight the swivel dummy, it was clear that he was channeling his pent-up anger and frustration in his strikes.
I quietly walk over, keeping my footsteps quiet, as I observe the hunter. He has his head tilted back against the headrest. As I stand beside him, his gaze finally peels away from the ceiling and is directed toward me. My chest constricts as I stare at the hunter's fragile and vulnerable demeanor. With some hesitation, I ask, "How are you feeling..?"
Logan watches me for a moment before patting his thigh. I obey instantly, straddling him as my knees rest on the couch on either side. The male looks up at me as a soft smile forms on his lips. "You make me feel better.", he whispers, as he wraps his arms around my waist. My heart bleeds for the male, and I delicately cup his face.
The hunter lets out a small hum at the contact, his eyes dropping down to my lips. His own part invitingly, and I, feeling drawn in, can't help but oblige, kissing him with such desperation. Our tongues eagerly unite, swirling together as two touch-deprived lovers. Pressing my chest against his, my hands caress his cheeks on their way to the back of his head and into his silver locks.
I tug on his silken hair and massage his scalp while our heads tilt and move in sync, our lips briefly detaching only to collide fiercely once more. The fear of losing the hunter that I have been harboring since yesterday only fuels my need for him. The burning sensation in my lungs grows as we refuse to intake the proper amount of air. When it finally overpowers our desire to consume each other, we part, panting heavily.
Resting my forehead against his, I scan his face to understand the depths of his feelings. The male's pupils, dilated, slowly roll up to meet mine. His ragged breathing from his parted lips elevates his erotic appearance. Logan's whisper comes out barely audibly, " Don't stop..."
That is all it takes for me to capture his delicious lips once again. As we engage in another heated make-out session, I grind my crotch against his. His hands remain stationed at my waist, indicating that I'll have to be the one taking control this time. Picking up on my duties right away, my hands slide down to the buttons of his shirt. One by one, they're unbuttoned, the feeling of the fabric slipping away underneath my fingers turning me on even more.
Trailing my lips down his jawline, I spray hot kisses and hickeys all over his neck and throat. Logan groans in passion and closes his eyes, resting his head against the headrest once more. I push his shirt off his shoulders and arms before discarding it to the side. I align the tents in our pants together, moving my hips seductively to stimulate them both. The male is much more vocal today, his body reacting to me like never before.
As I latch my lips to his Adam's apple and dry hump his erection, he moans, "Mhmm... It feels so good..." Following the signs that his body gives, I splay my hand on his bare chest and drag it down his torso. The sounds of pleasure leaving his throat get louder as I slip it into his pants and wrap it around his girth.
"Collen~", he moans, causing my lips to widen in a smile of delight. While I continue to lick the tender flesh just under his ear, he groans, "Your touch feels so good... So right..." His tone and words catch my attention and I slightly look up at him. With me leaving another dark-blue love bite on his flesh, he murmurs, "It's so much better... Doesn't make my skin crawl..."
I freeze halfway to kissing his collarbone. The way Logan said it makes it clear that he is comparing our intimate physical contact to the person's whose he finds the complete opposite. The person...whose arms I thrust him into yesterday. Pulling back, I look at the male. The halt in my movements cause him to open his eyes and meet my gaze.
